I guess it’s time to talk a little about Morgan Le Fay.
No, wait. Let’s talk a lot about Morgan le Fay, because she’s fucking awesome, and don’t you forget it.
Who the fuck is she?
She’s Igraine’s first husband’s brother’s daughter. She’s also the foster sister—and cousin—to Igraine’s daughter Morgause, and cousin-in-law to King Lot of Orkney.
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Also, her mother was a Fay, making her half-Fay. And, because she’s half-Fay, she has all sorts of cool faerie powers. Mostly enchanting and illusions, but she’s got some practical knowledge, too (like, potions and how to cross into Faerieland—that sort of cool-ass shit).
What the fuck does she do?
She’s supposed to do princessy stuff, including but not limited to:
- Tapestry Weaving
- Embroidering
- Making blankets for the poor
- Pining for a husband
Not pictured: Giving a fuck about the patriarchy. BECAUSE SHE AIN’T GOT TIME FOR THAT.
What Morgan really does, however, is study. You see, Merlin took her on as a student a few years back. Morgan spends most of her days combing through books (some of which haven’t been written yet), testing out new potions (she came up with a new lust potion, and has a good side gig in selling it to Uther’s knights), and chilling with her besties in Faerieland. So, like, typical teenage stuff.
She splits her time between King Lot’s castle in Orkney, and King Uther’s fortress in London — the Faerie Road cuts down travel time for those in the know. Neither King really minds so much. In fact, most people tend to forget about her until they need something. Which is a bit annoying, but Morgan doesn’t mind so much. She especially doesn’t mind when Kings Uther and Lot forget that she’s old enough to be married off.
Anywho, the point is that Morgan has a pretty sweet life for a sixteen-year-old girl in 7th century Briton. Well, had a good life.
Because then Uther straight up died. And that, as we can all guess, fucked up everything.
